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PRECOGNITION DEJA VOODOO
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The Sun was the same sun when we worshipped it
As it is now, when we do not worship it
The Sun wasn't pleased we worshipped it
Nor displeased we stopped worshipping
The Sun will carry on
Whether it shines on mankind or not
The Sun has its own trajectory
Burning through time until time runs out
Probably through the sieve of black holes
Which skim off the information, the data
Needed for a new universe with new suns
Since Infinity is a really long time
Maybe new nearly identical versions of us
Will reform, and we will have some instinctive feeling
About which way we should go this time around
Just like we occasionally have in this spin cycle
And this slice of eternity we are floating on.
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